In the morning, as I rode to the door, the little boy was playing round with a bright and cheerful countenance, and looked so happy that involuntarily I asked: "Is your sister better?" "Oh, no, Doctor," he replied, "but she is going to get well." "How do you know," I asked. "_Because I prayed to God_" said he, "and _he told me she would."_ "How did he tell you?" The little fellow looked at me for an instant, and reverently placing his hand on the region of his heart, said: "_He told me in my heart_." Going to the room where my patient was lying, I found no change whatever, but in spite of my own convictions there had sprung up a hope within me. The medical gentleman with whom I was in consultation came to the room, and as he did, _a thought of a very simple remedy_ I had seen used by an old negro woman, in a very dissimilar case, _occurred to my mind._ It became so _persistently present_ that I mentioned it to my brother practitioner. He looked surprised, but merely remarked. "It can do no harm." I applied it. In two hours we both felt the case was out of danger. The second day after that, as we rode from the house, my friend asked me how I came to think, of so simple a remedy. "_I think it was that boy's prayer_," I replied. "Why, Doctor! you are not so superstitious as to connect that boy's prayers with his sister's recovery," said he. "Yes, I do," I replied; "for the life of me I cannot help thinking his prayers were more powerful than our remedies." LIGHT GIVEN TO A BLIND CHILD. "A missionary visiting one of the mission schools of Brooklyn, was introduced to a remarkable child. He was brought into the school from the highways and hedges, and young as he was, he had been taught of God. One day he was playing with powder, and putting his mouth to the match to blow it, it exploded, and the whole charge went into his face and eyes. He became totally blind, and the physician gave but little hope of recovery. But the little sufferer was patient and calm, and even hopeful; sitting through the dark days meditating on what he had learned at the mission Sabbath-school, and repeating passages of Scripture and many a beautiful hymn. "One evening after the physician had spoken discouragingly, and his parents, as he perceived, were in deep distress, he was absorbed on his knees in a corner of the room in earnest prayer. His voice, though subdued almost to a whisper, was indicative of intense feeling. His parents inquired what he had been praying so earnestly for. Why, said he, that _Jesus Christ would open my eyes. The doctor says he can't, and so I thought I would ask the Savior to do it for me. God honored his faith. In a few days his sight came to him; and the prayer was answered. He can now see clearly_." ASKING THE LORD TO HELP HIM IN HIS LESSONS. "A little boy was at school, he was diligent, and determined to succeed, but found that parsing was rather hard.